With varying doom does the winter loom.
Mankind prepares and fears,
others buffalo on as the frost appears.
No matter the year,
time clicks on —
crunching of leaves to crunching of snow;
the slop of sleet to the sun’s bright glow.
Eventually, the sun rises again,
the grass reaches through the mud,
and the world is filled with new blood.
Change is unavoidable, undeniable, and inescapable.
Stop fearing and resisting it.
Buffalo on into the blizzard
and say good bison to the past.
Because we all know,
any day could be your last.
November 6, 2021